18 years ago I played my trumpet for the last time until today. Let's back this up just a little. A couple of months ago I asked my pastor if we had a brass choir for Easter at our church. She said that there was not, but they could if they had someone to play the trumpet. I told her, "I play the trumpet!" So, the brass choir was born!
I probably should have said, "I played the trumpet 18 years ago." That's a little more honest. Even more honest is that 18 years ago I was only "okay" at playing the trumpet. Now I am playing in a brass choir for two hymns and the anthem on Easter Sunday. Oh, what have I gotten myself into?
Yesterday I got the music and today I practiced. Let's just say, I'm less good than I was 18 years ago, plus after one song my mouth is so tired I cannot hit the low or high registers. Yikes! Looks like I will be practicing every day for the next two weeks!
I will say that while I am a little nervous about this undertaking, I am equally excited! I feel like in the past year I have found myself again. I was a musician in high school; a band geek if you will. I loved playing music. I played piano, trumpet and bassoon. I went to band camp every summer. I was in my concert and jazz bands plus a community band in Concord. I made All-State three separate years. Then, for some reason that I cannot really recall, I lost focus and gave it all up. Well, it's back. I'm back!!